Yesterday was my 23rd and it got me thinking. When did I start dreading my birthday rather than looking forward to it. This year I nearly forgot it was my birthday. Getting old is sucking more and more with every year. I try and do what I could when I was eighteen but its just so hard. I went to a music festival and struggled big time. I just wanted to be an old lady and sit down for half the day. Even the music was too loud! I was tempted to put in earplugs like a grandma. Why must things become so hard. I think its after you turn 21 you realise that you can't eat chips every day and still be skinny and you can't stay up till 3am and be alright to party again the next day. It just doesn't happen like that. Instead I find myself being a sloth on a Sunday drinking a bucket of tea to cure (not the hangover) but tiredness because once over over 21 you become the driver every weekend so you can get home early. And eating healthy is impossible after years of junk so you just give up and get curvy.
So to sum up 23 is definitely going to bye a fight of a young soul in aging body.
So to sum up 23 is definitely going to bye a fight of a young soul in aging body.